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Cosmic Intervention

Sunday fell into his demise.

As he fell down the theater, simply looking far to the distance as he contemplated his ideals. He asks himself, what went wrong?

How did he go so far from his ambition? Why did he succumb to the darkness and let himself fall to order? Perhaps thinking about it no longer matters. He already failed and... now, people know what he did. Robin knows what he did.

To give false hope, a sense of serenity in guise of subduing them. Why must people think liberty isn't order? Why do they keep looping in this depressive cycle of torture without knowing order and freedom are interconnected and should co-exist?

Seeing as Robin reached out for him, she embraced her brother and cried.

When Sunday woke up, he was expecting to see the familiar blue liquid engulfing him into the sea of dreams, but surprisingly, he woke up in a room entirely different from any Penaconian room. It reminded him of Taikiyan's home structures or even Izumo's. He stood up from the flat bed and saw a blade lying against the floor. Sunday grabbed the blade.

His body jolted as he heard the door slide open "Brother!" He slowly turned his head and saw a light haired woman with interesting ornaments, seeing as she gazed at Sunday with familiarity.

Sunday opened his mouth "You seem confused" Hearing his own voice, it changed. A bit lighter than usual, Sunday unconsciously held his throat.

"Confused? About what, Brother?" She calls him brother... Sunday glanced at his side, seeing a reflection of a stranger looking straight at him, Sunday tried his best to remain calm.

"Nothing, I apologize, I had a wild dream"

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Kamisato Ayato.

That's what people call him.

Adjusting as this guy isn't hard. He does the same tasks, except now he uses the training he went through when he was younger. He was mostly tasked to strategize and kill. It isn't a new concept. Sunday did what he had to do, continuously and effortlessly. Paperworks are also part of his job, he could never escape them as it seems.

It feels surreal to be living as someone else. He didn't come terms with it perse, but rather.. what else can he do? Search his way back to Penacony? It's something far from his fingertips.

It's been a week since he was transported into this body. Sunday saw some similarities and differences in their physique and appearance. Light blue hair, same color of the clothing, and a strikingly similiar styling of hair. However, despite that, this man has a mole under his lips, he doesn't have any wings nor a halo. Just an ordinary mortal with a special ability to wield...a vision.

He came to learn about how a vision works, how are the rules in this place called 'Teyvat' function. A vision is bestowed to those who are worthy of an Archon's gaze. It is an intriguing concept that parallels the Aeons and the paths but is less complex and simpler.

Ayato has a hydro vision.

Something that wouldn't exist in the cosmos. Ice and water are one of the same, water can't be wielded outside of a planet due to the lack of density and gravity. Nevertheless, Sunday finds the element quite useful.

Kamisato Ayaka.

Ayato's sister.

It is surprising for Sunday to acknowledge the similarities between them. It's very intriguing and fascinating.

Ayato and him have the same innocent younger sister who needed to be protected and nourished. Ayaka was kind and bright, just like Robin.

But one thing stuck out of this predicament.